Blade nodded as Scott signed for his parcel, tucking the device into his frontmost pocket and turning away. He hoped that the man enjoyed his new mixer set, the titanium plating on that was much better than the glass he seemed to be using now. Regardless, Blade knew that he was no bartender, unskilled in the ways of mixology and alcohol. He just drank the stuff, after all. 

Despite being offered a drink, Blade denied it, instead opting to snatch the drink that a certain blonde haired girl had been sipping on. Girls got free drinks all the time, and since he was having a bad night, it would make someone else's drink that much more delicious. He glanced at the tall individual standing next to her, a quick glance to their borderline feminine features giving him all the evidence he needed.

[i]Girls loving girls, huh? City’s changed.[/i]

He stepped outside, flipping up his visor and downing the more or less drink in one fluid motion. It was watered down severely by all the ice, causing the Biker to grimace as he smashed the glass against the concrete, before climbing onto his bike and revving it up. 

Next stop: Club LUSH.

The night air was filled with the sound of screeching tires as he pulled away, speeding down the avenue and into the late evening, alone by all means with nothing but the sound of the engine accompanying him.

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10:05 PM

The Club grew larger upon the horizon as he approached, all but drifting straight up to the front entrance before hitching his bike. He walked passed the red-haired bouncer guarding the front, slapping a twenty onto his chest as well as a receipt for the Shine City Courier Service.

Dance lights and suds greeted him as he entered the club, the air hot and humid with the moisture from all the spilled water and warm bodies inside. 

[i]I hate clubs.[/i]

Where was the manager for this place anyway? Perhaps he'd just leave it on the counter for the bartender to deal with last time. It was his last delivery for the night, after all. He couldn't care less at this point. After a while of searching, followed by some brief moments of shoving and kicking while keeping drunken kids from grinding on him, he managed to find the bar.

Once again, he slammed it down, reaching into his frontmost pocket and waiting for the signature. As he did so, he couldn't help but notice some miserable looking blue haired chick to his left.

[i]Bad night to be wearing that dress, lady.[/i]

The Biker shook his head, taking a seat next to her and tapping the counter. 

Pointing to what was on the tap, he silently asked for a cold pint, and waited as he fidgeted uncomfortably on the damp seat. 

[i]I can't wait to get home and hit the fuckin’ hay.[/i]